He forged a #jade #arrow, beautiful but useless unless simply admired as a piece of art. He thought the world would be a better place were all weaponry the same.
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On the surface, she seemed like any other person in the city, just trying to make it in the chaos of everyday life. But she possessed a deep strength, like #undersea currents. Unseen but relentless.
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The stage is lit in a dingy bar, soft lights wade through a haze of smoke and broken dreams. But the clear tones of amplified blues cut through the night on a #seafoam green guitar, and the night gets a bit better.
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Watching birds fly #loops in the park, singing with abandon, their song the triumphant sound of spring. But their return always has compromise. Poop on the swingset.
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#Another #letter appears, bobbing to the milky surface. What does it mean? This time, it's a J. The last it was S. Before that, an M. Or was it a W? I admit defeat, scooping another spoonful. I shall never decode the mystery of this alphabet cereal.
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Rainy day. #Water beating a steady tattoo upon the roof. Nature's "Welcome home."
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"I'm a private detective."
"You have some sort of credentials to prove it?"
"Sure. In the past, it was obvious because I'd be in my office and the #blinds would be throwing distinct shades across the walls. Now they issue us licenses. Not as cool, but more convenient."
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An old soul, he watched life with unspoken wisdom, like the ancient #banks of a slow and steady river.
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He often spent free time at the octopi exhibit at the aquarium. As a struggling writer constantly bombarded with rejection letters, he felt a sort of bond with the octopus and its weapon of choice, #ink.
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It was all an ill-fated #game. The best minds in science and technology advancing with the velocity of their budgets (though at what profit!). In the end, as they should have known, no one wins in the #arms race.
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The music of the string quartet joined the warmth of the soft lighting in the ballroom. He only hesitated for a moment, but then asked to take her #hand. She gave it, and they glided onto the dance floor and into their memories.
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What sanctuary the bookstores across the world. Quiet refuges (often fortunately staffed with a cat) lined with countless works of #penned imagination, offering empathetic escape.
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When he at last realized his strength as a #man was being vulnerable, he made the world a better place.
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I watch the #cranes standing stoic in still water. Mirrored peacefulness in springtime glory.
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Surrounded by cherry #trees in #blossom, even more beautiful at night when lit by the soft glow of burning lamps. It is hard to find a more #exalted sign of spring, breaking free from winter's icy grasp.
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If one doesn't agree with the #conduct of a cat, then perhaps in another life they lived as a #rat. Except three a.m. zoomies. That's just ridiculous.
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Amazing, as always! Thanks for sharing your words.
These times are filled with #fascination. For example, put a #plus in front of a production company and pay a subscription fee for shows you don't need to see!
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His rage is always at a simmer. He seems to #profit from detachment; one breath in relaxing his defenses could be catastrophic. Soothing the #tempest within is basically a hobby at this point.
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"Is there some sort of printer conspiracy? They never work."
"'Never' is a bit hyperbolic."
"Don't. I seethe with the wrath of a #frustrated printer user."
"Could be worse. Could have a #splinter in your #eye."
"I'll make you the next jam in this thing!"
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He knew the #sparkle in her eye when she smiled at him #endorsed true love. And when she wrinkled her nose at him, his knees might as well been putty.
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Watching rabbits in the yard as they hop into spring. Flat-screen windows always high-def. Better than reruns or formulaic shows streaming on overpriced plans. One pauses and I see its twitching nose. Cure for days #overcast by life's shadows.
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He wandered the city under the buzzing glow of street lamps, hands jammed into pockets, never one to think ahead for something like #gloves. Not a soul knew where he was, nor did they care. Not even him. He shuffled into a bar to #mediate away the loneliness.
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#Balcony #entreatments. Lovers spurned by the status quo. Seeming enemies learn they are soul mates. With tropes like these...
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They asked him to #partake in the banquet. He'd think he was dreaming but for the #lobes of his ears burning. No one had ever invited him to anything, before. Fine food. Strong drinks. Laughter, maybe? He could return to #designing the fall of civilization later!
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Dreams #surpass reality. "You can be anything you dream," they said when we were young, but how can we when war rages? Flags #flap in the wind during the breaths between bombs. Patriotism's tattoo.
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He sits in the #corner and plugs a ratty #cord into an old guitar. Strums tuneless chords as a pale sun wanders across the floor. The day gone with numb fingertips, like his life.
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He opened the fridge.
One #precious #can of beer and nothing else. Sure there was a half-bottle of mayo, but what good was that without any sandwich fodder? He thought perhaps he should get his life in order.
He decided to drink the beer.
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Far off hillside painted a #bonny gold in the morning as the sun breaks the horizon. A misty verdant sight only a few days back, now don't go too close, or the reality will ruin spectacle. For rampant flowering #weeds hath conquered that lush hill.
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They ate a #soup of rainwater and crackers, warmed to tepid by a scorching sun as the ocean played a #harmony lapping against the side of the #lifeboat. Only two survivors, yet they found a shipwreck love story.
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